Seth's thumb traced slow circles over my knuckles as we watched the folded note slide beneath the door.
"Seems like your plan worked, beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper in case somebody was still behind the door.
I squeezed his hand in response.
If anyone had walked in on us now, they would have laughed—or blushed—at the scene. Me sprawled across the bed, Jacob pressed close beside me, Seth hovering over us, his hands braced on either side of my body.
To an outsider, it would have looked like we were in the middle of something very different.
But the reality?
We were waiting. I knew that soon someone would come and see if I was a sobbing mess, but I was curious about who had decided to come to our room.
Depending on what the letter said, we would have caught
